After waiting in the mountains for about half an hour, the disciple who had gone to report finally returned.
However, he had not actually managed to invite Elder Jade River. Following behind him now was a white-robed disciple with an elegant bearing.
"Would the junior brother below be Xu Yuan?"
Seeing Xu Yuan waiting there, the white-robed disciple strode past the panting servant and rose into the air, drifting gracefully down before Xu Yuan. He then gave a slight bow.
Xu Yuan hurriedly returned the salute. "That is indeed Xu Yuan. May I ask who this senior brother is?"
"Fang Chen of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain. If you do not mind, Junior Brother, you may call me Senior Brother Fang."
The newcomer still wore a smile. He then extended his hand. "Junior Brother Xu, may this senior brother take a look at that iron token?"
After hesitating briefly, Xu Yuan still handed over the iron token. Fang Chen picked it up and swept his gaze over it, the smile on his face deepening by a few degrees.
"It truly is Master's token. It has been several years; I never expected him to entertain the thought of taking another disciple."
Returning the iron token to Xu Yuan, Fang Chen gestured for him to follow before taking the lead up the mountain.
The scenery in the mountains was tranquil and secluded. As the two made their way upward, the spiritual energy grew increasingly dense, leaving Biyou Market on the outer mountain far behind in the clouds.
Unable to help himself, Xu Yuan opened his mouth and breathed deeply. He could feel his body slowly being steeped in this spiritual energy. Even without cultivating, he could sense his cultivation rising.
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